My Fat Poem by Phyllis Strong
My Fat
Up one up two not down; oh no! !
I can't tell my fat where to go.
It seems to love my hips the best,
And on my thighs it loves to rest.
I wish it would go north sometime,
I won't complain, I wouldn't mind.
But every time I gain a pound,
The fat just seems to settle…down;
South it goes and south it'll be,
I guess that's just the shape for me.
-Phyllis Strong
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5/3/2024 6:25:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You've got it! I profess that a little extra weight helps the economy by keeping the patisseries in honest toil and the clothing retailers in expensive holidays. I laughed!